| Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917. | | | | Succoth | | By M. M. |
| | | WHAT offerings can we bring Thee, Lord? | |
| Thy ruined Temple stands forlorn; | |
| Its stones are level with the sward | |
| Or alien altars now adorn. | |
| And bitter desolation stills | 5 |
| The lowings of the stately herds, | |
| The bleatings on a hundred hills, | |
| The shepherds’ songs of joyous words. | |
| No fields of corn or luscious vines | |
| Thy people’s toiling hands engage, | 10 |
| And from the Ghetto’s dark confines | |
| They make no holy pilgrimage | |
| To bring their offerings to Thy shrine | |
| With sound of tabret and of lute; | |
| They pour a draught of bitter wine | 15 |
| And lay before Thee Dead Sea fruit! | |
| Oh, give us back our fathers’ days, | |
| The land they trod in festive glee, | |
| When harvestings were acts of praise | |
| And best ripe fruits were gifts to Thee! | 20 | | | |
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